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When you are busy
cheese takes a back seat.
Trout tickling can only be envisaged
(with another’s hand)
((and black and white)).

The fall guy inundated us
with tears.
She took a fence in a leap,
like a skater grabbing air.
Yet kept smiting
with screams.

We passed in a French car,
laden with butter and cream.
The sound was a cat
demanding milk.

Sue sew his socks
and paid her dues.
A pike stretched an emotional argument
out to her on the bubbles of a Duke’s wood,
the sticks of slang and golden syrup walking upright
for the first time, casting a late and lasting glow.

Now, we’d like to tell you how we inserted
K(s) in our name, at no little cost.
And we’d like you to pop up.
Your table is beautiful; on second thought(s), leave it,
it is alive.

BABAABAB

brand a dream, come brand a dream
and real man bram, with brandy screams
“sand, real sand, humble rampant
we b ram-raiding for tricks and treats
and dream boats ram sandy reams
of rambo’s randy cream floats my queen”
and sandy breasted andrea rambles
“mambo, real mambo and real madrid
and cram my hopes, my real bread man, my squid
my tram, my wham bram thank you dream
team, and dream-time, mine with wine, my brain i am”
and andrew’s angel-food cake bra-less, manly dreadfully
sticky-sweet, like this branded dream
hand us a piece, reach for a seam of breathable mmm
a dandy manual, breath test, real deal, drama queens!
oh let the bubbly marriage, music and reefers teach
reanimate boys and well-read rampant men on the beach
brazen sweet maidens and bread-tree women
for we break the day, the trance, real dreams
aaaammmmdreambranddreambrandmmmmaaaa